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Broken Silence Words are such a fickle thingBroken Silence by ~snuggle-wolfie
Going this way and that
Spreading so many things
But not getting anywhere
Silence, please come
For Words, do hurt me
Oh my friend, Silence
Come to my aide
Words are doing
So many things
Good and bad
But it seems that
Only bad ones
Do come to knock
On my wooden door
Can you hear the wracking
My dear friend, Silence
Don't leave me alone
For I need you
Please stay
Awhile
At least during the storm
That Words brings to me
Today and night
Words are such a fickle thing
Telling one thing
Yet having secret feelings
Unlike you, Silence
Maybe you can convey
My thoughts for Word
Red Columbine I've wonderRed Columbine by ~snuggle-wolfie
So far and so wide
Seen things that hide in the cracks
My existence breaks the mold
That the world runs
When I was young
The blinding wraps were wrapped so tight
Shutting out the true sight
Behind that mold
But my eyes burned through
And the neat woven lies
Just fell apart
Letting me be set free
But staining me
To the core
Yet washing away the programming
Of the mold
Making cleaner than the rest
So I wander
Letting it all wash me clean
With the grim that fell through the cracks
Of the universe's mold
Maybe these words
Will let those knots that hide it all
Loosen a little bit
Then you too
C
Gates To Knowledge Gates to knowledgeGates To Knowledge by ~snuggle-wolfie
Do accept & deny
Gateway to the
Path of learning
But when does
The gates swing wide
Seconds, Minutes
Hours, Days
Even years
Do flow away
As we wait
But nothing
Can force the gates
Wide open
Except one's inner self
So steady
Your nerves
And fortify one's mind
For the path of learning
Is a flowing river
So be prepared
To flow along
Beating Hearts Silent windsBeating Hearts by ~snuggle-wolfie
Do flow along
As bruised hearts
Do beat along
Rhythmic tunes
Do they beat
Two beats
Becoming one
But last
Bruises from
Prior lives
Do still show tales
Of old pains
Not yet recovered from
As they beat
Their rhythmic tune
One may fault
For memories do weaken
But helping hand
Does the other extend
Pulling a little bit more
To relax the other
Sta.sh
